#I love Vash being a vague bitch XD

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The Hidden Rogues ||@sayonaradumbass||

'Remember. Discretion is super important. My insider will know the moment you say the word.'

That was Vash's last words to Livio before sending him right back to the Eye of Michael. He'd given him directions once he'd entered July, as if he'd been there himself, guided him through everything with written notes in case either forgot.

Down slick streets he was led to a small temple. The architecture was something of a gothic Victorian inspired place of worship, with hints of ancient Greek pieces here and there.

Stepping into the main hall the ceilings stretched into the air, the pews lining the heart, the sides of the temple spattered with pieces of worship for many religions. A prayer mat, a few altars of different pantheons and a confessional towards the back.

'To the confessionals, go behind and turn left. there's a long red curtain. C'mon, don't give me that look! Just trust me bud!'

As the man moved through the temple, the giant stained glass window was quite a sight to see. An angel with a golden halo swaddled in vibrant red fabric perched over a silver cross at his feet with delicate flower framing his form as feathers curled around his half curled form looking asleep.

Behind the red curtain there was the great wooden door Vash had promised. The thick metal handle clicked as it was twisted, door creaking as it opened to reveal the much smaller hidden space. Green smothered within, plants crawling along moss culminating in a wide altar, the back most shelf adorned in hundreds of candles, to the left a small stone fountain and cupboards, the right a plush chase large enough to hold two people laying side by side comfortably.

In the center was a podium of stone, the quiet murmurings of the figure halting. Instantly, the room filled with a familiar static energy that snapped into Livio's frame, halting him from getting too far in without causing any form of pain. The white clad figure slowly stood from his kneeling position, blue locks whispering as he turned to face what had intruded.

"What are you doing here, Double Fang." Gold flashed as they locked on the brutish man, the right hand of the dark brother stood, hair longer than anyone had ever seen it, the man having been hardly seen since Nicholas had died. There was something different about the man that stood there, though it was hard to place.

'No matter who you see, remember the phrase. I promise you it'll be the right person there. Just trust me, Livio.'